Nineteen

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I walk around the town with emptiness
a breeze of wind passing by softly
looking around and admiring the surroundings
wondering how I ended up here that badly
I was a little flower blossoming in spring
a sunrise lightening up like a glimpse
I was a rainbow coloring an empty space
an acrylic on a paint against the sheets
but suddenly I turned into something else
a walking shadow passing as I lose track
a black sweater against soft skin
perhaps i'm there, i'm going nowhere
clinching in the corner with the wall behind my back

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